I'm hanging over this computer, attempting to fix this damn blog.
I realized yesterday that Blogger updated their way blog services, so naturally I thought it was only right go along with upgrade.
Yeah, no.
It was a whole new set-up. I wasn't used to any of it and I spent a good two hours trying to get everything back into working order.
I'm still not happy with everything just yet. That's the profectionist coming out. She's makes occasional visits inbetween napping and staring at distractingly beautiful things at Amazon.com.
So with that, I'm off to bed.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Ahh.... Writing we will go..
It's amazing what one can accomplish when you have no choice.
I finally made an another DMV appointment for my written test.
Yes, boys and girls, I will be a licensed driver and soon. I cannot handle the thought of turning the Big "30" and still have to ask someone for a ride home.
So I made two appointments. Yes, two. Two at different locations. I figured I rather be safe than sorry.
If I happen to totally space and fail the first two weeks later, I already have another appointment for the second one.
I also managed to return my borrowed CDs to the library and check out a ungodly amount of books.
Every time I go to the library, it becomes a compulsion for me to check out as many books as my hands can carry, like as if I think that the library will cease to exist by my next visit.
I placed my nine books on the counter as the librarian just kinda looked at me like I was nuts. I just smiled. That's what we good crazy folk do.
And for those that are morbidly curious as what books I simply had to get this time:
I finally made an another DMV appointment for my written test.
Yes, boys and girls, I will be a licensed driver and soon. I cannot handle the thought of turning the Big "30" and still have to ask someone for a ride home.
So I made two appointments. Yes, two. Two at different locations. I figured I rather be safe than sorry.
If I happen to totally space and fail the first two weeks later, I already have another appointment for the second one.
I also managed to return my borrowed CDs to the library and check out a ungodly amount of books.
Every time I go to the library, it becomes a compulsion for me to check out as many books as my hands can carry, like as if I think that the library will cease to exist by my next visit.
I placed my nine books on the counter as the librarian just kinda looked at me like I was nuts. I just smiled. That's what we good crazy folk do.
And for those that are morbidly curious as what books I simply had to get this time:
1. Kiss the Girls - James Patterson
I had developed an odd obsession for the "Alex Cross" novels. Not so much for Alex Cross, but the creative clever bad guys the author projects in his novels. I can't wait to read their chapters, while I basically skim through Cross' parts.
I always found that the bad boys are more interesting. Their motives behind their crimes and violence fascinates me and I get hooked. Also rooting for them, even though they happen to do such horrible things.
2. Lucky - Alice Sebold
It's a memoir based around the author's experience being raped as a young adult. I read part of this book while stocking novels at Target. I couldn't stop reading it. I felt so bad for this woman who had to revisit this horrible thing in her life to expel the demon. That somehow, if she wrote about it, revisiting it, she could be free of it.
3. Odd Thomas - Dean Koontz
My wife has this on audio book and said it was a great read. She encouraged me to read it, since Koontz has created a world full of unique characters that might benefit me and make me feel slightly more confident on writing my own set of misfits.
4. Darkly Dreaming Dexter - Jeff Lindsay
Ah, Dexter. One of the greatest shows on TV right now.
I figured I would give the books a read since they do differ slightly from the show. Plus as a writer, I'm curious as to exactly how true people stick to novels and what they feel the get rid of when it comes to making them into shoes or movies.
5. How I Write - Janet Evanovich
6. On Writing: A memoir of the Craft - Stephen King
7. The Writer's Book of Hope: Getting from Frustration to Publication - Ralph Keyes
8. Writing Down the Bones:Freeing the Writer Within - Natalie Goldberg
9. Writing and illustration a Graphic Novel - Mike Chinn
The last five additions were to help me channel the writer inside and to give her a good slap on the ass for being lazy and making one too many excuses not to write.
I consider them "Writing Boot camp" for the Lazy Soul.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Random Things You Might Not Know About Me
I love Figure Skating...
I have since I was a little girl. It was one of those things that my mother could prop me in front of the tv after a day of talking her head off, and I would just sit there. Quiet. In awe of the grace and beautiful of this dance on ice happening before me.
I have been watching it for years and years.
Not that many people know that because it's rarely on and I'm too lazy to track it down most of the times.
My favorite part is the music. I love the music they use when they are doing something outside of the box. Usual music from remixes to classic rock to new wave.
This usually takes place doing free skate programs, where they cut the leash of the skater and let break out of the box with something different.
And I sit there like a dork, happy as little pig, if they happened to play an obscure track from an artist I love or adore. Hopping in my chair, talking to myself, because no one can happen me when I watch figure skating. (I talk back to the tv a lot and this makes me appear crazy.)
And so far with the Winter Olympics, no one has stood out for me.
Most of them have given way to the stress of the event and have taken to the floor. Slipping on jumps and having some issues getting through their short programs.
It was a miracle if anyone didn't fall on the floor yesterday.
I have since I was a little girl. It was one of those things that my mother could prop me in front of the tv after a day of talking her head off, and I would just sit there. Quiet. In awe of the grace and beautiful of this dance on ice happening before me.
I have been watching it for years and years.
Not that many people know that because it's rarely on and I'm too lazy to track it down most of the times.
My favorite part is the music. I love the music they use when they are doing something outside of the box. Usual music from remixes to classic rock to new wave.
This usually takes place doing free skate programs, where they cut the leash of the skater and let break out of the box with something different.
And I sit there like a dork, happy as little pig, if they happened to play an obscure track from an artist I love or adore. Hopping in my chair, talking to myself, because no one can happen me when I watch figure skating. (I talk back to the tv a lot and this makes me appear crazy.)
And so far with the Winter Olympics, no one has stood out for me.
Most of them have given way to the stress of the event and have taken to the floor. Slipping on jumps and having some issues getting through their short programs.
It was a miracle if anyone didn't fall on the floor yesterday.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Give Me Five on Monday
Give Me Five reasons you can be thankful this year.
001. My Family. My real family.
Giving birth doesn't make you a good parent, nor does avoiding your family members when they need you the most.
Credit goes to those people who stayed, when they probably shouldn't have. The family members who fought to make me smile when all I wanted to do was die; hugged me for no reason; somehow made me laugh when I wanted to do was cry my eyes out.
To my wife who has stood around through stupid fights that went no way; through me cutting myself; hugged me for hours and hours as I cried and cried over people and things that I was not strong enough to change. I am blessed to have someone so utterly beautiful who loves me through all my crap. And I shovel a lot of it.
To wake up next to that beautiful smile and mind numbing snoring is one of the most treasured things I have.
002. Working in a Recession.
It may not be everything I was hoping for; but it's a start. And a start is all we have sometimes to work with.
***No longer have this job... LONG story***
003. To have a place to live.
004. Writing.
Something so little helps me deal with all varied things that I am going through.
It doesn't matter if its straight doodling in a journal; or writing a story, it acts as a creative outlet for me and I am thankful for it. That I am able to channel my fears, frustation, angry, love all into something other then hurting those around me or myself.
005. Music, for being the thing besides writing that smoothes my savage beast.
I'm thankful for all the artists and bands I have discovered through the iTunes store; car rides in other peoples car's; the fm radio; commericals; movie trailers etc...
Give Me Five reasons you can be thankful this year.
001. My Family. My real family.
Giving birth doesn't make you a good parent, nor does avoiding your family members when they need you the most.
Credit goes to those people who stayed, when they probably shouldn't have. The family members who fought to make me smile when all I wanted to do was die; hugged me for no reason; somehow made me laugh when I wanted to do was cry my eyes out.
To my wife who has stood around through stupid fights that went no way; through me cutting myself; hugged me for hours and hours as I cried and cried over people and things that I was not strong enough to change. I am blessed to have someone so utterly beautiful who loves me through all my crap. And I shovel a lot of it.
To wake up next to that beautiful smile and mind numbing snoring is one of the most treasured things I have.
It may not be everything I was hoping for; but it's a start. And a start is all we have sometimes to work with.
***No longer have this job... LONG story***
003. To have a place to live.
004. Writing.
Something so little helps me deal with all varied things that I am going through.
It doesn't matter if its straight doodling in a journal; or writing a story, it acts as a creative outlet for me and I am thankful for it. That I am able to channel my fears, frustation, angry, love all into something other then hurting those around me or myself.
005. Music, for being the thing besides writing that smoothes my savage beast.
I'm thankful for all the artists and bands I have discovered through the iTunes store; car rides in other peoples car's; the fm radio; commericals; movie trailers etc...
Top 5 on Friday: Don't Cover Me
Top 5 on Friday -------------------
(Even though it's actually Moday, so I'm running behind.)
TOP 5 SONGS YOU THINK SHOULD BE ILLEAGAL FOR ANYONE TO COVER
001. Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
It is simply perfect. A dark, almost macabe song that has everything going for it.
Interesting topic for a song --- CHECK.
Awesome Guitar Solo -- CHECK.
Does it need a modern day revamping? Hell no. Leave it be. Let it wash over you.
002. Charlotte Sometimes - The Cure
I must be going for a theme here, tonight. All the songs I have picked seem to have this glooy over tone.
But "Charlotte Sometimes" is a song that I had to hear over and over again the first time I borrowed my mom's copy of "Staring at the Sea: The Singles". It's achingly haunting and spoke to me as a teenage girl trying to find my way through the crooked path of adolescence.
003. Living in Another World - Talk Talk
An obscure song from a forgotten band in the 80's, but Mark Hollis' vocals on most of their records including this one are just so vulnerable and lush that you feel entirely what he's expressing to you.
And this song spoke to me. And the thought of someone covering it makes me sad. I don't doubt that maybe someone out there can bring some justice to it, but you'll lose the emotion that Mark Hollis gives when he sings,
"...Did I see tenderness where you saw Hell
Did I see angels in the hand I held;
God only knows what kind of tale you'd tell;
Living in another world to you...."
004. Dear God -- XTC
I have never to this day heard a cover of this song and I probably will never will.
005. This is Hardcore -- Pulp
It's Jarvis Cocker at his smooth, slighty odd self.
It's a beautifully operic piece that was set behind a music video that was reminscine of a hitchcock set and just mind blowing.
It's the kind of song that demands to be played behind a trailer of a new interesting film that is determined to be a cult classic. Not for everyone, yet those that get it's power are completly taken over by it.
(Even though it's actually Moday, so I'm running behind.)
TOP 5 SONGS YOU THINK SHOULD BE ILLEAGAL FOR ANYONE TO COVER
001. Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
It is simply perfect. A dark, almost macabe song that has everything going for it.
Interesting topic for a song --- CHECK.
Awesome Guitar Solo -- CHECK.
Does it need a modern day revamping? Hell no. Leave it be. Let it wash over you.
002. Charlotte Sometimes - The Cure
I must be going for a theme here, tonight. All the songs I have picked seem to have this glooy over tone.
But "Charlotte Sometimes" is a song that I had to hear over and over again the first time I borrowed my mom's copy of "Staring at the Sea: The Singles". It's achingly haunting and spoke to me as a teenage girl trying to find my way through the crooked path of adolescence.
003. Living in Another World - Talk Talk
An obscure song from a forgotten band in the 80's, but Mark Hollis' vocals on most of their records including this one are just so vulnerable and lush that you feel entirely what he's expressing to you.
And this song spoke to me. And the thought of someone covering it makes me sad. I don't doubt that maybe someone out there can bring some justice to it, but you'll lose the emotion that Mark Hollis gives when he sings,
"...Did I see tenderness where you saw Hell
Did I see angels in the hand I held;
God only knows what kind of tale you'd tell;
Living in another world to you...."
004. Dear God -- XTC
I have never to this day heard a cover of this song and I probably will never will.
005. This is Hardcore -- Pulp
It's Jarvis Cocker at his smooth, slighty odd self.
It's a beautifully operic piece that was set behind a music video that was reminscine of a hitchcock set and just mind blowing.
It's the kind of song that demands to be played behind a trailer of a new interesting film that is determined to be a cult classic. Not for everyone, yet those that get it's power are completly taken over by it.
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